Working With The Voices In My Head

For most of my life, I would sit down in front of a white screen with a blinking cursor and just start writing. The words would flow and in the back of my brain, a small, but persistent, voice would cheer me on.

A year ago or so, that voice was replaced with a louder voice reminding me of how little anyone wanted to read what I wrote. That my skills as a writer were lost, and the best I could ever hope for was a few likes on 280 characters.

So I stopped writing.